'How It Could Have Been'
Ok, this is a sad episode reaction to 'Twilight', about Abby mainly. This is AU, I am forgetting all about season 3. This is going to start off my own season 3.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone relating to 'NCIS'.
Spoilers: 'Twilight'.
Pairings: I am going to have the following in later chapters:
KIBBS (Though Kate will still be dead).
Tony/Other
McGee/Abby
Please read and review, not forgetting that I love you all!
She had forgotten how it consumed her, overwhelmed her entire being until she was lost in a haze of peace. She felt as if she were dancing among the stars in heaven, knowing that everything and everyone she knew about was ok, and that she was loved. Then she would come crashing down to Earth, filled with a pained frenzy, trapped in the darkness.
She had tried to give it up. She had tried stopping her hand from reaching towards the white powder. But she couldn't help it. It looked so safe and so warm and so white, and so innocent.
She hadn't done this in years. But then hr best friend had been killed, and she didn't know what to do. Usually, she knew what to do; she had every tiny second of her day planned down to the last second. But she had gotten lost, she had strayed from that path of self – longing, and had lost herself in the white purity that she had loved so much for so long.
It had only happened a week ago. She had walked the familiar route to autopsy, stopping outside the white doors. Some had said she was psychic, and now, she knew that something was wrong. She had gotten the call at home to come to work, not unusual from Gibbs. But his usual firm, strong voice had been replaced by a soft, almost hysterical sound. She had to know.
So she had opened the pale door, looking into the room bathed in darkness. The four men of her life were stood somber, placed over a cold metal slab. She didn't understand. If there was a case, then Tony and Gibbs should be upstairs, leaving Ducky and McGee to do the autopsy. But where was Kate? She was supposed to be here, being the voice of self – control for the members of their little family. But she wasn't.
It was then that she knew. She knew that something had happened to her dear friend. Something bad had happened, that Kate didn't deserve to happen to her. Something pure had happened, reflected in the pools of sadness on her boys' cheeks. She walked closer, examining the figure on the harsh metal, bathed light. Her body was pale, poised restfully on the cold metal. She examined every feature, every curve before reaching out to her friend, placing a finger on the slab.
'I'll really miss you, Kate.'
That's all Abby had said. She had left then, leaving her love to peace. Kate deserves peace, is all she could think.
With that she walked out of the doors, watching with a tear down her cheek as the four men slowly also disintegrated themselves from the morgue, lost in a black frenzy of hate, despair and death.
Abby walked out of the doors to the pristine building, hands clenched, not noticing the crimson liquid making it's way down her pale flesh. She stood erect, ravaging hell on the god who let her die. It was then that she knew she needed it, the only sweet relief to tinge the pain. She needed her white powder.